So where were we? Ah, yes; it was early evening and we were supposed to be in Seattle, half a day's drive away, by the following afternoon for a very important show. After an aborted attempt early that morning, our truck was DOA and would never pull a trailer again. The only way we could complete the trip was to have a different vehicle, and that really wasn't likely.
But people were praying.
Andy's dad offered to float us a loan, if we could find a suitable truck to buy. That was a huge step in the right direction, but could something be found on such short notice? We don't live in or even near a big city, obviously, so finding a car dealership that would be open late into the evening was not an option. It would have to be a private party thing.
Andy got on Craig's List and began to search for vehicles nearby that would tow a trailer and seat the whole family. To our surprise, he found several that seemed to meet the requirements. Apparently, no one but us wants to own a big gas-hog towing vehicle right now. Andy began to put out phone calls and emails.
An hour ticked by with no responses.
Mentally, I was prepared that we simply weren't going to go. But physically, I kept up appearances, for Andy's and the kids' sake. They still had hope of finding a truck and going. I kept everything packed up and ready to go, prepared food for us to eat and then immediately returned the kitchen to its spotless, house-sitter ready state. I did one more load of laundry and put it all away. The tears leaked steadily, but silently from my eyes as I went about my business. I tried to hide them away, with minimal success.
Another hour ticked away. It was after nine o'clock at night. We would have to leave no later than five the next morning, if we were to go at all. No one was calling back on any of the trucks.
Then Andy's dad came running out of his bedroom. "Wait! Answer! Answer!" he cried out with excitement. He had been reminded of a buddy of his at church who had mentioned another friend with a truck for sale. As he remembered, it was a Ford F250 in good shape, a strong puller. Andy looked up.
I wondered aloud if it was a quad-cab.
He'd heard it had new tires.
Was it a quad-cab? I demanded.
Dad had also heard it had very low miles, just used as a ranch utility vehicle. He had Andy's full attention.
DOES IT HAVE A BACKSEAT? I nearly yelled into the excited chatter between Andy and his dad. No backseat, no deal!
He didn't know, but ran for the phone number.
Andy called. It had a backseat. They would wait up for us if we wanted to come see it, forty-five minutes away. Andy and I jumped in my little car and sped off into the night.
By 11:15, we were all yawning in their living room, chatting casually and signing papers to buy their truck. The truck wasn't ideal; the backseat was actually smaller than the one in our current truck--not good for our two growing children who are suddenly all legs--but it was this truck or no trip. We figured the kids could survive it somehow and then we could resell the truck for something more suitable later.
Shortly after midnight, we arrived back at home and collapsed into bed, exhausted and amazed at God's provision. We set the alarm clock for four o'clock and passed out. Excitement and adrenaline pulled us and the kids out of bed a few hours later. We packed up the new truck and hit the road. Two hours later, we picked up the trailer in Superior, and we were on our way to Seattle.
But that wasn't the end of God's provision.
Part Three to come soon.